All Chapters of Lustful Tales: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I stared at the wall in front of me, frozen in pure shock.The hand over my mouth tightened slightly as Lord Edmund’s raspy, dangerous voice brushed against my ear from behind.“You naughty little thing,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “Listening to me fuck other women… sneaking into my bed while I was gone… touching that desperate little pussy on my sheets.”My cheeks burned with humiliation. I tried to pull away, but his grip only grew stronger, his large body pressing me down against the mattress.“Are you trying to act coy now that I’ve finally caught you?” His voice was low and mocking. “That’s not how you behaved when you had your pussy spreaded in the air for me, is it?”His other hand slid boldly between my legs from behind, cupping my soaked cunt possessively. I let out a breathless, broken moan as his fingers squeezed, rubbing my wetness against my folds.Clarity hit me like cold water.I struggled harder, twisting and pushing until he finally released me. I s

"Kneel on the bed,” Lord Edmund commanded, his thumb tracing slow, sensual circles along my spine.I was so mesmerized by the heat of his body and the sheer presence of him that I barely registered his words. My mind had gone hazy with need.“You love making me repeat myself, don’t you?” His voice dropped lower, darker, more dangerous. “I said knees. Now.”The snap in his tone sent a fresh throb straight to my core. I scrambled off his lap and crawled onto the massive bed, kneeling with my back to him. It was difficult with my wrists still bound behind me, but I managed, pressing my forehead against the cool silk sheets.I felt the mattress dip as he moved closer. The weight of his stare on my exposed body made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.“I need to punish you properly,” he said, his voice low and rough. I heard a drawer open and close, then the soft rustle of fabric. “Without punishment, you’ll keep sneaking around like a disgusting little pervert, touching yourself to

I sat in the far corner of the big banquet hall like some unwanted guest at my own mother’s wedding.The music was loud and upbeat, people were laughing, dancing, clinking glasses, and having the time of their lives. The whole place smelled like fresh flowers, expensive perfume, and that weirdly sweet scent of wedding cake. My mom looked absolutely beautiful swaying in Richard’s arms. She was glowing in a way I hadn’t seen since I was a kid. They looked so happy, so in love, like they were the only two people in the room.I should’ve been happy for her. I wanted to be happy for her. She’d been single for over ten years since Dad died, and Richard was actually a good man. He treated her right. He made her laugh. He never made her feel small or like she had to beg for attention. For once in her life, she had someone who chose her every single day.But instead of feeling happy, I just felt… displaced. Like I was watching someone else’s fairytale while my own life was quietly falling apar

Dinner was finally served, and by some twisted stroke of cosmic bad luck, I ended up sitting directly across from Greg.I couldn’t focus on a single damn thing the entire evening. My mind was a complete warzone of explicit, filthy scenarios. All I could picture was myself somewhere in this house — legs spread wide open, completely naked, getting absolutely railed by him while he whispered dirty shit in my ear. The mental image was so vivid I had to press my thighs together under the table just to stop myself from squirming.“Are you okay, sweetie?”Mom’s voice snapped me out of the gutter. Her fingers lightly tapped the back of my hand, making me jump slightly.“Sorry, Mom,” I muttered, forcing a weak smile. She looked at me with that classic motherly concern that made me feel even worse.“Richard asked you to pass the potatoes,” she said gently, repeating the request I had completely zoned out on.“Uh, right. Of course,” I stammered, quickly grabbing the bowl and passing it across th

Chapter 5After the whole kissing incident, I tried my best to stay low profile with Greg.He tried to bring it up multiple times in the office, during meetings, even once when we were alone in the copy room but I shut it down every single time. I just bypassed him, pretending it never happened, or I buried myself in work so I wouldn’t have to deal with it. I couldn’t afford to lose this job, but I also couldn’t afford to keep thinking about my step-uncle like that.I could still remember the day after it happened. It was awkward as hell. Every time our eyes met across the office, my face would heat up and I’d quickly look away. But I had a job to do and my bills were not going to pay themselves. What if I gave in and became Greg’s sugar baby? Just as the thought appeared I shook it away hard. I was an independent woman. An independent woman that was seriously considering committing incest. I groaned into my hands at my desk. Even though we weren’t related by blood, we were still fa